Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Ira Hayes

Gather me people
A I will tell
a brave young Indian lad
You remember well

From a of Pima Indians
A proud and peaceful
They the Phoenix valley
Out in Arizona

Down their ditches for a years
The water rushed
Till the white man stole their rights
And the running hushed

Iras folks was
Their fields grew thick weeds
But war came Ira volunteered
And forgot the mans greed

him drunken Ira Hayes
He wont anymore
Not that drinking Indian
Or who went to war

Well, they battled up Iwo Hill
Two and fifty men
But only twenty-seven
To walk down again

And after the was over
And Old Glory proudly
the men who held her high
Stood an Indian, Ira

him drunken Ira Hayes
He answer anymore
Not that drinking Indian
Or who went to war

Well, Ira Hayes returned a
Celebrated the land
He was and speeched and honored
Hell, everybody shook his

But he was just a Indian
No food, no friend, no
Back home cared what Ira had did
And when do the Indians

Well, Ira took to drinking
Jail often was his
They used to let him raise the flag
And lower it just youd throw a dog a bone

And Ira died early one morning
All alone in the hed fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely
Was the grave for Ira

Call him Ira Hayes
He answer anymore
Not whiskey drinking Indian
Or who went to war

Yeah, call him Ira Hayes
But his is still as dry
And his ghost, well, its lying thirsty
In the ditch where Ira

Call him drunken Ira
He answer anymore
Not that drinking Indian
Or who went to war